Airport StoriesBack when I was a moody teenager I took a cheap flight that involved changing planes and having to go through security again. My bags were pre-checked so, when I set off the metal detector, I honestly said to the security guy that I had no idea what had set it off.
Until, that is, he searched me and found the metal knife and fork stamped "KLM" I'd nicked off the previous flight.
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chthonic, Fri 3 Mar 2006, 10:09)
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Strolling throughAmsterdam airport security recently I got patted down and forgot the spliff I had in my top pocket.
On picking it out and holding it in front of my face I told him it was perfectly legal. . . he was about to pass me through when a larger security person decided to take me for a walk to a cosy room behind the glass. . . the twat wanted to confiscate it on the basis it was illegal.
He also refused to say where my spliff would go after he had taken it. The cheek of it!
I was about to argue the toss on the basis I could walk back to open air and smoke it. . . when I remembered the lump of black I had in my hand luggage.
Possibly the shock of someone asking for a spliff back threw him but he actually found it funny and let me go through.
My girlfriend thinks I am a bit of a worry.
I say. . . fuck 'em
(, Sun 5 Mar 2006, 1:56, Reply)
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